Naturally, wound suturing had to proceed layer by layer. First came the wounds inside the abdominal cavity. If the abdominal damage was not severe, simple trauma suturing would suffice.
But if the damage was too extensive, suturing alone could not solve it. Especially in the abdominal cavity—though there were not many organs there, mostly intestines—if the damage was too severe, the badly damaged sections of intestine had to be removed. Otherwise, it could later cause secondary infections, intestinal fistulas, or other injuries and illnesses.
So when Chen Mo said Anna was lucky, he was not merely being nice. He truly meant it as praise. This fellow had merely been struck by a ricocheting bullet rather than hit directly. The bullet had only pierced the skin of his abdomen before losing all its kinetic energy, causing no major damage.
Watching Chen Mo skillfully stitch up the wound, Anna felt that he could endure it now. He struggled to remove the wooden stick from his mouth, grabbed the bottle, took another huge swig of strong liquor, and said, "I've always been lucky! I'm someone who's been kissed by the goddess of luck."
Heh. With that club-faced mug, he could get kissed by the goddess of luck? That goddess had to be blind! Or maybe the goddess of luck was a muddleheaded idiot too, to kiss a fellow like him.
Chen Mo thought this but did not say it aloud. Still, anyone could tell from the way he looked at Anna that it was a gaze full of care.
"F**K! What kind of look is that, Monroe?" Anna asked gloomily.
"A caring look!" Chen Mo replied with a chuckle.
"I'm not into guys!" Anna shuddered all over.
"Neither am I!" Chen Mo said helplessly.
Sometimes these White Skins had a low threshold for